I dance, not caring if the world is watching, only if the rhythm is matched to my feet. I laugh, so loud that at times people stop and stair, wondering if I may be a bit crazy. I cry, for I have a heart and it in return has the ability to be broken into tiny pieces. I have a will, and I move forward when the tide has pushed me back into the water. I have a gift, of life to live and live as I see fit, not as the world feels I should live it.
Interests Writing, feeling my words come to life in the imagination of another. Reading, getting lost in the words set forth by another of shared desires. Dancing, feeling the music course though my body, breaking out through my feet. Singing, though my voice could crack a glass or two and I could stand to sing in tune. Sleeping, slipping into a world filled with my deepest and my darkest desires. Dreaming, because there is nothing greater then having something worth chasing.
Favorite Books Animal Farm. The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe. The Twilight Series (The movies were dreadful). The Host. The Other Daughter. Please Don't Kill The Freshman. Dreamland. A and D (so far).
Favorite Authors Myself and those worthy of reading.
Favorite Movies 1.)The Nightmare Before Christmas 2.)What dreams may come 3.)Lucky number Slevin 4.)Transformers 5.)My Blue Heaven 6.)The Man with two brains 7.)Young Guns 8.)Young Frankenstein 9.)Clerks 10.)Empire Records 11.)Robin Hood 12.)Sweeney Todd 13.)Fear and Loathing in las Vegas 14.)Fight Club 15.)A walk to remember
He becomes violent caused by locked up pain fighting it he can't He becomes cruel blaming those he once loved of all that is wrong He locks up his heart but you read it in his eyes that he cries from pain He becomes the one who scares you constantly but you refuse to leave his side He becomes.
He was broken beaten down by the world no place to call his own He was lonely crying lasting in his heart no warm arms to hold him He was lost going down paths repeatedly no clue for safer roads He was dead lying there in the cold alley no name upon his stone He was gone the streets no longer hold him no one notices the difference
